Devil's Angel

Do Soul Mates Exsist?

Sleep sometimes never comes for me. I toss and turn all I see are bodies. I want rest I do but my body well it's in fight mode. If nightmares aren't keeping me awake memories of my past lives are.. I miss not knowing I miss being ignorant about life or about all my past lives. I want my mom and dad but their gone. Remembering that night will always haunt me, every moment I have I remember it. The blood. The man. He was a monster the kind I wish didnt exist. But they do, and because they do wo do I. I was made for this. Millennium's ago. I was created by God. I'm not Immortal I just return life after life to do over it to watch to analyze it unfold. What i want ill never have what i have dont even.

Everyone wants someone, even if they dont even wanna admit it to their selves its undeniable were programmed to want to be loved. I on the other hand was matched with the one person i shouldnt have been matched with. Death. The stranger who has captured my heart my mind my body and my soul. I know deep down that we was placed together for a reason i just dont exactly know what that reason is. Me being a reincarnated angel or the fact hes something he wont even let me know.

Im walking right now, considering my options and I know hes home, well a place im currently sleeping in the bed ive been sleeping in for the past couple of days. I know hes dreaming of me of us, and here i am... Walking.

I should be loving this, loving having someone, but the last people near me died. Wait, they were slaughtered and no one could ever change that and change the history I have. I inhale deeply taking in the smell of death and decay which seems to be everywhere in this damned world.

I remember in a past life how happy I was until I had to watch them behead my love. Yeah Death hasnt been my only soulmate. I've had others. From past lives, all of which have all ended up the same damn way. DEAD. Usually because of my own stupidity. Or.. because of their own.

I need love, I crave s*x, passion and desire but what I am and who the "God" put me with that will never happen. Maybe thats why? I've been placed with the Horseman Of Death because I was not meant to ever truly be loved. Tears are falling down my facce now the wetness overing my cheeks and the dirt and grim on my face are now slowly turning to mud as the tears run down my face. I bath when i get that luxury I dont remember what my complextion is and I dont recall ever wearing makeup, before s**t hit the fan i had no need and guess what? I still dont.

Sighing I decide to make my way back, back to the man who I craved to love me and back to the house which didnt belong to me but was covered in pictures of the family it once belonged too. Who were no doubt dead or possessed. Im sure the first was the best choice. I wouldnt ever want to be possessed, I'd rather blow my brains out or slit my throat rather have some hell spawn demon posses my body and take over my mind. But the kicker to me is even though I say this I cant be possessed Im an Angel. A Seer. I cant ever be possessed, oh they can kill me and they have in other lives over the centuries. But, they cant have me, possess me. My Holy Blood refuses to allow it, (Thank God!)

Finally back to this building which Im sure use to be beautiful but now smells of rot and decay and most of the windows on the bottom floor have been shattered! Sighing I walk in walk up the stairs and walk into to see him pissed, oh joy!

"Where the f**k have you been? You left me!!! You knew you should have woke me up but no you decided to do whatever the hell you wanted to do, knowing you could get killed!!" Yep He is pissed....His voice was roaring he was now pacing the floor.

"I needed air," I said quietly looking down at my feet.

He inhales sharply runs his hand down his face way to rough and groans in frustration, " You needed air? I have been trailing you ya know, keeping your ass safe. I guess you didnt figure that out did you? I need you safe, god do you know how i feel? Do you? Keyanna Im not asking you to accept this, to accept me but for fucksake atleast have the damn!" he was shaking now.

I Had tears running in streams down my face, I didnt know he was protecting me this entire time. I didnt know he was always there. I thought when he said good bye and after our words he would just disappear. I was whimpering now, I knew he heard because his face morphed. He was now sad, upset not from me walking this morning but because I was so upset.

He gently lifted me up shook his head and carried me to the bed as my body was violently shaking from the tears and sadness that had been held in so long.